goodbye, pool of ink

i wrote with a lot of pens
this winter, and those pens
became sad as i spilled
too many gloomy words
onto the paper, my keyboard
was tired of chomping on
dark words, tired of lining up
grim letters on the screen
so i hope with my heart
to be a little more mindful
of these things, it’s okay to
bring shadows out into the open,
let them feel a little bit of light
but don’t try to cast too much
darkness onto them, sometimes
shadows are meant to bring out
the best of positivity and to
always treat them cruelly
isn’t always what is right

backdated post a day poem for December 25th, 2017

heart’s chance

i wonder if
i’m giving my heart a fair chance
you ask me to dance
but there are no stars in your eyes
and i’d be lying if i said
i wanted to try – so why are we here?
near yet far apart

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: confess

the exchange

the feeling of gratefulness
wells up and spills out of the heart
when a lonely love brings a set of empty eyes,
and your heart lifts up out of the dark,
pouring water, watch it rise —
heart overflows, full —
gratitude is sometimes not what people give
and sometimes not what they specially desire from you;
sometimes it’s just the timing of a moment exchanged,
in which both hearts felt the warmth and love
of something true

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: gratitude